Mama passed on a Saturday
And daddy's got a few more lines on his face
My best friend moved a million miles away
And my little sister went and made a family
There I go tellin' stories again
Wondering about what could have been
Trying to fly on waxen wings
Well I don't wanna think about grown up things
There ain't no monsters under my bed
I got ghosts runnin' through my head
Thinkin' about things I wanna do instead
Oh but, time keeps tickin'
I've been the puppet, I've been the string,
Traded my summer for a longer spring
And I hope this moment is a passing fling
Cause I don't wanna think about grown up things
I pull the sleeve over my tattoos
Cause they don't shine like they used to
Cnd if I don't try then I won't lose
Let them make love while I make do
Here I go getting all worked up again
Wondering about what could have been
Trying to fly on waxen wings
Well I don't wanna think about grown up things
There ain't no monsters under my bed
I got ghosts runnin' through my head
Thinkin' about things I wanna do instead
Oh but, time keeps ticking
And I've been the puppet I've been the string,
Trading my summer for a longer spring
And I hope this moment is a passing fling
Cause I don't wanna think about grown up things
Oh and I just want to hear the angels sing
And I don't wanna think about grown up things
Grown up things